A/N: Ok. You know the whole disclaimer thingy…but the reason I put this note here for was because I wanted to tell you, my faithful readers, that Monica is now being called Pixie, Jess is being called Gem, and Daniele is being called Mona.
Pixie stormed off, not really knowing where she was going. By the time she stopped she was in front of a huge painting that was of a bowl of fruit. Something stirred in her memory. Curiously, she reached out and tickled the pear. It giggled and turned into a door know. She turned it.
She gasped and stepped into the kitchens where hundreds of house elves were busy making dinner.
"Miss Pixie! Miss Pixie! You is back!" At an elf's excited squeak, the other elves stopped their work and gathered around her chattering happily. Pixie, not knowing what to do, just stared.
"She's a bit confused, Lindy." Pixie turned around (or tried to, at least). Sirius was trying to get to her. Finally, he was standing beside her, gasping for air.
"Bloody midgets." He muttered. Pixie gave a nervous laugh as they moved over to one of the four tables set up just like in the great hall. After a few moments of silence, in which the house-elves brought them lots of tea and éclairs, Sirius cleared his throat.
"Um…sorry about upsetting you." He said hesitantly. Pixie shrugged without really looking at him.
"Whatever." She murmmered.
"You know, you 3 used to be best friends with the four of us. We used to be able to tell each other anything. I'd like it to still be that way."
Well, it won't be." She snapped. "I can't remember anything before America." She turned away. "None of us can."
"Liar."
"Excuse me?"
"I know you're lying because you came here."
"What are you talking about, Black? What's so special about the kitchens?" Sirius hesitated before answering.
"This is where you used to come when you were upset."